She pulled, and felt the muscles in her back contract. Her lats fired every time her body went from a squat to standing. She was then instructed to go from a one legged squat to a one-legged plyometric jump. Seriously? Four on the left leg and then four on the right. She then straightened her back and started the rows - again, muscles in her back fired.
Chest - presses as she held herself up with her hands fixed into the straps of the nylon bands that were hanging from the ceiling and initiated creaks every so often that gave her a sense of insecurity. Beads of sweat started to run down her face and pool in the small of her back.
She then lay in a supine position, looking up at the ceiling, and hooked her heels into the foot straps. She lifted her hips up off the ground, bent her knees, and curled her heels into gluts. She felt the burn in her hamstrings.
Prone position - face down - and push-ups with feet suspended off of the ground. One push-up, and then she brought her knees into her chest.
And on it went, dozens more exercises each one more interesting than the next working her body in ways that she had never worked before.
She couldn't help but think that some of this might never have been possible had she not recovered from the stroke and heart surgery - but she did, and with every muscle fiber worked on controlling and stabilizing her core time and time again. Some of the moves were rather reminiscent of Cirque du Soleil, which she did not mind. In the end she took a TRX suspension system home with her. Oh, she could not wait to bring it to the park for her first workout. Although it would all depend on how much Tylenol she would need tomorrow...